ranunculas to the rescue

It's been a busy few days, but I'm still managing to squeeze in my reading whenever I can.  I've been bringing my book with me wherever I go so that I can read at any moment.  I spent two hours waiting for my doctor to show up and was reading, reading, reading.  Thankfully, I don't get car sick so I read while driving places.  This rain the past five days has made me super tired and I've been napping a lot.  To brighten up my world I went to the greenhouse with my cousin, Vicki, and bought two bunches of my favorite flower, ranunculas.  Now I can glance up from my reading and see my beautiful bouquet.  I wish I had a house in the countryside of France so I could just pick my own wildflowers to enjoy.  Sipping iced tea out on my french terrace.  Going to cafes and watching people.  Eating a lot of bread and delicious meals. 
 This book about a year in Provence brings up a lot of the little nuances in cultures, locations, and seasons.  The author himself is English, straight from Brighton, and isn't afraid to address these things.  I love how this book was published in 1989 but time really has nothing to do with anything.  It hasn't changed.  It's like going to a place in time and having it paused.  It's the best of both worlds: old and new collide and are merged together when necessary.
 I only have one more chapter to read in the book and I'm feeling unhappy about it being the end already. It like going somewhere and not wanting to leave because you're having such a great time.  Reading about France makes me want to go back as soon as I can and re-experience everything this author details about his year there.  I guess I have to move on to other books and just finish it.  I am planning on going through it again and check out all the things I highlighted.  A more detailed evaluation is to come.